"Oh, he has a name? He's not always like that?" Venus fondles an earring, pouting thoughtfully. "I sort of yelled at him over the network a little while ago. I wonder if he's going to kill me in my sleep or if he's just going to keep stealing my yogurts out of the fridge."

Venus is possessive about her food, a'ight. She only just got tastebuds back for the first time in nine years. She wants her damn mango-flavored yogurts.